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Blood Claw was a clever man, and with just a subtle hint from Gaven, he fully understood.
The fifty kilometers he traveled were swept through torrents of blood and gusts of pungent wind.
Whether it was Goblin dens, Gnoll holes, bandit hideouts, Orc encampments, or Hobgoblin Tribes, none were spared—they were all wiped out except for the methods used weren't so cruel. As long as they were willing to be coerced, Blood Claw did not engage in indiscriminate slaughter.
The only ones he did not dare to touch were the Human settlements and the caravans on the High Road—Gaven had warned him repeatedly about the grave consequences of such actions, which could potentially attract Komeer's War Mages and the Purple Dragon Legion.
